I can gain insights into martial arts.

Having grasped a sliver of the key, Chen Mochuan narrowly avoided another fierce charge from the wild boar, and in the brief moment of his evasion, he tentatively turned around and threw a punch.

With this punch, he consciously mobilized his qi and blood, trying to "squeeze" and "condense" the force that was originally naturally dispersed on the surface of his fist towards the center of his fist.

"Bang!"

The fist landed solidly on the wild boar's shoulder, but still failed to break its defenses.

However, Chen Mochuan keenly sensed that the tremors and force dissipation of the superficial muscles at the point where the wild boar was hit were slightly less than before.

It works!

Although the difference is minuscule, it undoubtedly proves that the direction is correct!

The wild boar gave him no time to process what was happening; in the next instant, its tusks swept across with a whooshing sound.

Chen Mochuan ducked and slid to avoid it, but his mind was racing.

"Intention precedes action... physical strength follows..."

"As refined as a diamond..."

"It's not a planar impact, but a penetration concentrated at a single point..."

While dodging and weaving through the wild boar's ferocious attacks, he repeatedly rehearsed the moves in his mind and constantly tried and adjusted his punches and power in actual combat.

Another punch was thrown, this time with a higher degree of concentration. However, the pursuit of "concentration" led to an incorrect connection in the way the force was applied, and the power could not be smoothly released. Instead, it made his wrist ache.

With another punch, he deliberately pursued the spiral rotation of "drilling," but neglected the overall power structure from foot to fist, resulting in a weak and powerless punch that was merely a formality.

The wild boar seemed to realize that the slippery human was "playing tricks," and its anger, fueled by repeated provocations and its bestial instincts, made its attacks increasingly ferocious and ruthless.

A fierce stomp struck, and although Chen Mochuan managed to jump back in time thanks to his fighting instincts, the flying shards still managed to cut a bloody gash on his calf.

The pain made Chen Mochuan's mind even clearer.

Don't rush... You need to find that "feeling"...

Instead of "pushing" out, you "send" out all your strength...

With mind focused on the deepest "point" of the target, the force, like a drawn arrow, "drills" into that point...

Under the pressure of life and death, the concept of time becomes blurred.

It might have taken three to five minutes, or it might have only taken a few dozen seconds.

Chen Mochuan sustained several more injuries, and his breathing became erratic, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

a moment.

Just as the wild boar lowered its head once more, preparing to launch an upward slash with its tusks.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Chen Mochuan; a stroke of genius struck him!

He unleashed his Thunder Step once more within a small space, his figure shifting swiftly like a ghost, precisely arriving at the opening on the wild boar's side as it prepared to attack.

At this moment, he no longer consciously controlled how his muscles contracted, how his blood and qi circulated, or how his strength was condensed.

Instead, he focused all his attention on the wild boar's belly: the spot he intuitively felt was the easiest to penetrate.

The will, like an invisible javelin, was the first to "nail" it there.

then……

The body reacted naturally.

The waist and spine twist like a bow, the right foot pushes off the ground, the power rises from the heel, flows through the calf, thigh, waist and hip, back, shoulder, upper arm, forearm... segment by segment, and finally converges in the right fist.

Throughout the process, the visible force flows through the flesh and blood, while the hidden force lies dormant between the fascia.

At the very last moment before the fist strikes its target, the visible and hidden forces are no longer sequential, but rather merge together, spiraling forward and continuously compressing and condensing towards the center of the fist.

It's no longer "one punch".

Instead, it's "one diamond".

Chen Mochuan himself was unaware that his right fist was exhibiting an extremely subtle, yet real, high-frequency tremor at that moment.

"call out--!"

The fist pierced the air with a sharp hiss, quite unlike the muffled sound of a normal punch.

Mountain-Crushing Fist - Piercing Stone!

This punch was faster than the wild boar could react.

Before it could even dodge to the side, that seemingly ordinary fist had already imprinted itself on its left abdomen without any obstruction—on the "point" that Chen Mochuan had locked onto with his mind.

There was no earth-shattering, loud collision.

There was only a slight "pfft" sound.

It was like a red-hot iron rod being plunged into solidified lard.

The tough hide and thick muscle and fat of the steelback wild boar cub, which were strong enough to withstand ordinary knife and axe cuts, were pierced through like paper by this punch!

Chen Mochuan's fist plunged straight into the wild boar's body!

"Awooo—!!!"

The wild boar let out its most mournful and painful screams since the start of the war.

Its massive body trembled violently as if electrocuted, its hooves buckled, and it nearly collapsed to its knees.

Chen Mochuan could clearly feel his fist touching the warm, slippery internal organs inside the wild boar.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, his right fist, which had been embedded in the pig's belly, transformed into a claw, with its five fingers like hooks. He suddenly dug, twisted, and churned inwards, then exerted force with his arm and pulled outwards with all his might!

"Splash—"

A piece of steaming hot pig intestine, stained with blood and digestive juices, was forcibly pulled out of the ruptured abdominal cavity as he withdrew his arm, and fell to the cold ground with a thud.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

In the distance, the martial arts instructor and several other martial artists, who had just worked with another level 10 martial artist to kill a rather troublesome ferocious beast and were panting as they looked over, all froze in place.

Their eyes widened, their mouths gaped open, and their faces were filled with disbelief and shock.

"That...that is..."

"The steelback wild boar's abdomen... was pierced?!"

A martial artist rubbed his eyes hard, wondering if he was hallucinating due to exhaustion and blood loss.

The martial arts instructor stared intently at Chen Mochuan's still-bleeding right hand, then at the bloody, oozing hole in the wild boar's abdomen, and the glaring section of intestine on the ground. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

He was a seasoned 10th-level martial artist, and had just fought this steelback boar head-on for a long time. He knew better than anyone else present just how monstrous the defense of this immature steelback boar was.

Even with his strength, it would be no easy task for him to break through the wild boar cub's defenses, even with a sharp weapon.

But that high school student in the school uniform...

How could he have done it with just his fists?

The second floor of the entertainment center was also deathly silent, then erupted into an uncontrollable, huge scream.

"Oh My God!"

"He...he shot a hole through that wild boar's belly?!"

"Intestines! Your intestines are coming out!"

Bobo jumped up suddenly, his little face flushed with excitement. Although his mother had told him the scene outside was too scary and he shouldn't see it, upon hearing the piercing scream and the gasps of the crowd, he grabbed his mother's hand and shook it vigorously: "Mommy! Mommy! Did brother punch the big bad pig through? Punch it through? Did he?"

Bobo's mother was equally shocked and speechless, only nodding repeatedly.

The old man, who had been shaking his head in pessimism, now stood with his mouth agape, finally managing to utter a complex and exclamation: "Martial arts are flourishing... the younger generation is truly formidable!"

In the center of the battlefield, the excruciating pain completely destroyed the last vestiges of reason in the steelback boar cub.

It let out a hysterical howl, completely disregarding the huge wound in its abdomen and the intestines dragging on the ground. Its scarlet eyes were fixed on Chen Mochuan. With its last strength, it launched a crazy and desperate charge!

Its only thought was to crush this damned human before it died!

The moment Chen Mochuan pulled out his fist and his intestines, he began to retreat rapidly.

Faced with the wild boar's dying counterattack, he remained calm and composed, his feet darting about as he used obstacles to navigate the pedestrian street, always maintaining a safe distance from the boar.

The wild boar's charge was still fierce, but its steps were clearly unsteady. The wound on its abdomen was being torn wider as it ran, and blood gushed out like a faucet being turned on, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the ground. The section of intestines that was dragging outside was rubbed raw and torn by the ground.

After rushing for more than 20 meters, the wild boar slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After charging forward for another ten meters or so, its forelegs buckled, and its massive body slid forward several meters due to inertia. Finally, it let out a muffled groan of resentment and crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.